Imole Olusanya

  Do I make you feel as a teetotaller feels when he takes a cup of beer? Does my sight warm your heart or hurts your eyes as gazing at the sun does? Does my touch feel like the raging sun on your skin or like rain on the same? Does my arms around you make you feel in a safe haven or does it make you feel surrounded by thistles fortified by summer? Do you at my presence feel like a caged bird or like a bird set free? How free do you feel? Is it like a bird set free with its feather to fly plucked? Does your smile as bright as the noon sun define how you feel with me or hide the same? Does your heart tingle or squirm? Does your heart scream to your lips to take mine in captivity or does it scream to your legs to take over? Do I do your precious life as stars do the sky or as feet do the river? Do I as water does fire or as good soil does root do you?

It is dawn and the little monkey is thirsty he drinks on with no ear for the evils da da dum he drinks and raises his head in glee Tum tum the hospitable brooks gurgle the leopard prances in the thicket from a distance father monkey calls little monkey stiffens and swings away the leopard retreats. The sheep scamper with the puppies they lay across the road with goats the sheep amble with the calves while frisking with the kids the ewe calls gambol with the puppies but never eat the same move with the goats but never act the same saunter with the calves but stray not to the bullring this the orphaned lamb knows not. The moorhen flies to the runnel the pipit adores serenity the thrush and the blackbird perches the fowler spreads his net the poacher triggers his riffle mother thrush tweets and squawks the fowler fouls up and the poacher poaches void only the deaf bird is entangled.

  During the day you tease some You tease them till they drool; During your formal hours You become a demon with two horns. Without a fight, You take away what the young one holds; And when there is no headrest, You let the old one throw his head away. When you work with the breeze, You work wonders; You tickle the storekeeper Till the last good is looted. When you lay your hands on some They begin to buzz like bees; Here is the world heavyweight champion In the middle of my palms! When life punches my face I run to you for comfort; But when I linger in your bosom, You begin to hack me in bits. Here is a poem about sleep. The power of sleep is being discussed throughout the poem.  The first stanza speaks of how sleep could make people start drooling even though it is daytime and when it is night '...your former hours', sleep is said to become a demon with two horns for it has a lot of work to do at that period. In the second stanza, sleep is said to take what the young one ho...

  Be it a friend like foe be it a foe like friend this to all applies woe you are and to you is woe. With your scent alluring, touch soothing into my bosom you crept like poison ivy out of your stem prickles advanced and peace you made part ways with me. You are the smoke that even when I it chokes on its pointe it spins dancing wildly to my woes. Be it a foe evolving be it a full fledged foe as the sky above the earth remains so will I above you all remain. Here is a poem about enemies of all sorts. The poetic persona compares them to creeping plants with alluring scent and soothing touch but eventually take peace away from him, for example, poison ivy causes serious itchy skin and discomfort. In the third stanza, they are compared to smoke that dances as the person it chokes gradually dies. The last stanza concludes the poem as the poetic persona says he will always remain above every enemy, be it a developing enemy or one that has fully developed. The poem is in four stanzas wit...

  Tattered wings of the eagle Tattered fronds of the palm tree Tattered leaves of the banana tree Tattered shirts of kids playful. Soaring happy eagles wheeling in the sky Fruitful palm trees with nuts bountiful Fecund banana trees with seeds plentiful Gleeful toddlers filled with joy. Tattered with joy Betters perfection without Flee from it That deprives you of joy. Here is a poem about life and lifestyle of some people. They prefer living with the little they have with joy than chasing wealth and losing joy. There a lot of people with riches and pains but this set of people that this poem focuses on choose to be tattered with joy. This poem compares the lifestyle of these people with eagles having tattered wings yet soaring high than many birds, palm trees with tattered fronds yet with many nuts, banana trees with tattered leaves yet with many fruits and kids with tattered shirts yet gleeful and without worries. In the last stanza, the poetic persona prefers tattered with joy to...

Peace is the sun rising              in the morn              with hues the eyes relook             and stress the sun is              while its armour is worn. Peace is me being wrapped up              in swaddling clothes              in my cozy cot             inside the twilight moon              away from wild critters here. Peace is ease with pain removed              and even more easeful it is to flatline. This poem tells what peace is by stating examples. Peace is regarded as the sun rising in the morning with colours we love and we have to look again. Sure, peace is what we all want to keep enjoying. Stress is the sun when its armour is worn means that it becomes the opposite o...

  If sun never takes a pause The world might be full of flaws If day never ceases a while The world might not rest awhile. Let the birds flap their wings Let the birds perch on trees Let the wind blow and the rain fall But let the two pause and sprawl. Take a break To escape a wreck Take a break Or become a wreck. Here is a poem about rest. This poem opens our eyes to the need to rest by using nature. If the sun never rests then a lot of things might get damaged by it and if all we have is day and there is no night, then we might not have bedtime. The birds fly and they rest on tree branches, wind blows and rain falls and they both take a break. Therefore, in the last stanza, we are asked to take a break so that we will not become a wreck (someone ruined). The poem is in three stanzas with each having four lines (a quatrain) and a rhyme scheme of aabb. The dominant poetic devices is repetition. Check out the 50 collected Poems of Imole Olusanya

  The email he received today is marked urgent. But it's from a friend who died two years ago. He checked the sender of the email for the umpteenth time and it was his late friend. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was a dream but it was reality. He read the mail and reread it. It was a mail only he could decode.  Mbf, life's given me a hard kick, but you've always known that I am stouthearted. To avoid chaos, meet me at ofs, bring ofm along, dress in ofa. Ftn mins. His lips quivered in shock as he read out the mail, decoding it.  My best friend, life has given me a hard kick, but you've always known that I am stouthearted. To avoid chaos, meet me at our favourite spot, bring our favourite meal along, and dress in our favourite attire. Fifteen minutes! Sweats drenched him! He was sure that he killed him. Even though it was in anger, even though it was anger that blinded him, he killed him! He killed his best friend. He was there at his burial! Now, this is the end of ...

  The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.  I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. The pursuer arrived in a hoodie. I could not see his face but I did discern that he was a man of my age. He stopped almost a yard away from me and chuckled. "What were you thinking? That you can escape death?" That was when I knew who he was. His voice was not just familiar. It belonged to my friend, my childhood friend. "Jacques?" I asked in bewilderment.  He pulled the hood off his head and my gaze rested on his unfriendly gaze. I shook my head, trying not to believe the vivid truth. "Jack, don't tell me that you were the one who attacked Jones. Don't tell me that, please don't."  We were three. We were as thick as thieves. I, Jones, and he. We grew old together and we loved one another greatly but...  "I did! I attacked Jones and I'll make sure ...

  Robed in soil Blood boil Yelling hunger and dear monger Why this maddening anger? Why sue her when she's only soothe in soot? And her wares thief loot? No light in her eyes Clouds fill her skies Energy lost trinket earned Her soul she erred Holding to hope of eternity Cowering from infidelity. Hope dashed Happiness bashed With savings lover absconded Pain seconded Why not change her ways And go astray? Here is a poem about life situation of a woman who is living quite a tough life.  In the first stanza, the woman is said to be 'robed in soil', meaning that she is in a completely poor state. 'Blood boil' this could result from the frustration derived from not able to meet her needs. 'Yelling hunger' her hunger is said to be yelling meaning that she must have left herself hungry and act as if unaware that the hunger has to yell. 'dear monger, why this maddening anger' she must have owe the monger some debts that the monger had to get 'really'...

His eyeballs were fireballs they blaze like a live coal his firm lips as dark as a charcoal when he calls our noses we twitch he tarries behind after a chorus of down the hatch. He walks as if powered by the wind when he appears we disappear his angry moment we fear he knows not whether he treads the sky or the land a leper mankind paves way for all from depression or what for? Teetotalers tootle for a round of tee-hee A brief moment of ravings as of lunatics he teeters and teeters and thumps in the gulley he sleeps like a puddle of wee do you know the man snoring in the loo? I do not even though I do. This poem is a satire on drug abuse, most especially alcoholism. The poetic persona relates to the life of a drunkard. 'His eyeballs are fireballs,' meaning that they are very red and 'blaze like a live coal.' His lips' degree of darkness is compared to that of charcoal. The first stanza clearly describes his appearance, including the need to twitch our noses when he ...

  Jealousy comes in rank. People get jealous and it is normal but there are just the abnormalities to it. It is normal to have that feeling when you watch a friend of yours go big and become the centre of attention while no one notices you. Jealousy is natural but the inability to keep it in control is dangerous, not only to others but to you too. Mide got work with a top modelling agency. She got employed with three other ladies and in just a few months of starting, she hit the top. Mide had everything that would help her. Her success was natural. She had beauty and though not rich before, she became not only rich after getting to work as a model, but she also became famous and influential. She became a model for many manufacturing companies, especially cosmetics. It was at work that she got her lover and life smiled widely at her. Pero was a senior of Mide at the agency. Mide met her there and surpassed her. She had given Mide every support she could give her but watching Mide hu...

Pretty petty flowers by pathways With no flowerpot or caretaker Smacked by the seething sun Whipped by the sky's tears Trampled by every pissed off passerby The survivors you visit Their pollens you steal And they you made wither But another is brought alive And the cycle continues. Here is a poem about the less privileged ones in the society and how unfairly they are treated. The poem shows the cycle of how their lives are lived. How they are maltreated and exploited by the victimizers, how they die struggling but already have younger ones who end up continuing the cycle. Poetic devices include Imagery, metaphor and personification.

  Find me in between the lines of my writings. I am entwined with the words My experiences are fixed therein But do not be too hasty A lot are stars but only one is the moon. © Imole Olusanya

  A scene from 'Baby Mama' (Ewatomi is preparing lunch in the kitchen. Iremide enters with a towel with which she is wiping her face.) EWATOMI: (Without looking at her.) How do you feel? IREMIDE: I feel better. EWATOMI: Have you been to the hospital? IREMIDE: (She sighs.) Yes, I have. EWATOMI: (She turns to face her.) So what's the reason behind your illness? IREMIDE: The doctor confirmed— EWATOMI: (She butts in.) Your pregnancy! IREMIDE: Yes (She mumbles.) EWATOMI: Congratulations! (She turns to the cabinet while Iremide stays quiet.) And when are you going to inform the father of the foetus? IREMIDE: I—I don't know. EWATOMI: (She snickers.) You better go and tell him on time. IREMIDE: I will. EWATOMI: I hope that the baby is kicking. (She laughs.) IREMIDE: I don't like the way you're taunting me. The baby is only a few weeks old. EWATOMI: Oh? I'm sorry. I've forgotten that he can't kick yet. IREMIDE: (She hisses.) That's your problem. EWATOMI: ...

I was in heaven. I was in the care of my creator. He showered me with all his love and attention but over time, I had to start my journey to the world. I had to choose a family. My creator showed me a lot of families to pick from. They all wanted a child. The first couple were not married and were practising extramarital affairs. I refused to be their child. I refused to be regarded by the world as a bastard. The second couple had a lovely home. They already had two children. I loved the family because I thought they would shower me with love and I would not be lonely. I would have siblings to play with but then I saw how they scolded one of their children and praised the other. It happened that they preferred one. I refused to join such a family. I feared being treated as they were treating their other child. The third couple was newly wedded and their marriage was the talk of the town. They were rich and deeply in love but they seemed not to be hasty about having a child because they...

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